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New Year’s Resolutions

Disclaimer (I’m writing this on my iPad and I’m unsure how this will post.)
I’ve decided to go light this year. I have 2 resolutions:
1. Get to know my family better. I have no measure for this. I figure if I know they’re favorite colors in 12 months, I win.
2. Accomplish one thing a day. This does not include getting children up, getting them fed, getting them to school, getting me up, exercising, feeding myself, after school activities or homework and laundry.
Yesterday’s goal was grocery shopping. But then a friend called and wanted to go to a movie so, being adaptable, I changed my goal to going to a movie.
Today’s goal is now grocery shopping. It’s my only one. I’m pretty sure I can do it. After I get kids up, dressed, fed, off to school, exercise, and shower.
I think having only one goal a day will work for me.

Delusions of Grandeur and its effects

I feel I need to explain myself.  I’m about to be a little undependable in blogging and not very good at responding to comments due to the fact I plan on scheduling posts.

I’ve done something rash while NOT under the influence of drugs or alcohol.  It’s worse than that.

I’ve done something while suffering from delusions of grandeur.

I signed up for a triathlon training course.  I’m not even planning on a triathlon.  When I signed up, the lady looked at me and asked: “Milestone birthday?”

It starts in one month and I refuse to be an embarrassment to myself.  Yesterday I did a cycling class (it wasn’t Spinning because Spinning is trademarked and this class isn’t and I would never go to an untrademarked class).

Then I came home, got the kids to school and ran 2 miles.

Then I sat down and got up at 3pm when I had to get the kids.

Today I hurt in the way you hurt when you get back on a bike in a serious way.  I don’t want any more children anyway so I figure the lasting effects won’t be that big a problem.

I wonder if I would make less impulsive decisions if I drank.

Has winter made anyone else make unexplainable decisions?

What I’m giving up for Writing

I have decided to make writing my job.  I read these two posts on wordbitches and Kristen Lamb’s blog, both on treating writing like a job and realized that I owe it to myself and to my family, really, to take myself more seriously.  Instead of a word count, I will be working on hours a day.  I want a part time job of 20 hours a week.  I have to take what I really and truly want more seriously.  I want to write.  So I start my new job on Monday.

The other job I am giving myself is to get in shape.  I will be 40 in a year.  I have written about how excited I am about this.  When I mentioned in my book group that I was dreading my birthday, they asked me if it was my 30th.  They drink wine during book group.  A LOT of wine.  But I must say I take pretty good care of my skin.  I’m masking right now.

My friend Elena Aitken gave me a workout schedule to run a 5k in March and doing something with weights on off days.  It may actually kill me.  Right now, the only part of my body that doesn’t hurt is my fingers.  Otherwise I would not be able to type this.  Which is good because I’m starting my other job on Monday.

But between these two things, I’ve got to cut down on something.  I jog while watching TV or I do laundry while studying medicine (by watching House or  Grey’s Anatomy.  Their medical experts are the closest I will get to medical school.)

So I can keep TV and laundry.  I don’t clean my house now so I can’t really give that up.

I think personal hygiene may have to go because at my age it takes a REALLY long time to look good.  You have to keep masks on for ten minutes and then rinse AFTER you have already washed your face.  It’s a whole extra step.

I also think giving it up will give me more time to write because no one will want to be around me.  But like most artists, I will sacrifice for my art.

Went through my pictures and thought this might be ok to represent bad hygiene.

I have Goals. Really I do.

This week has been interesting, but I believe only to me.  I have decided that I need to make a few goals and to actually work on them.  I believe part two of that sentence will be the difficult part.

I have asked a few people who run what motivates them and I am trying Elena Aitken’s idea: I entered a race.  I will get a t-shirt and because I do not want to be LAST, I went jogging last week.

I even have my shoes on. I believe that is step one.

This week the goal is to jog three times without stopping. I am trying to get my friend to enter the race as well, but we have a hard time training together due to 3 yr olds and the lack of desire to push a jogging stroller (if they would even sit in it.)

And then I have set some goals for writing.  This week I have been depressed because I don’t think anyone I am related to has me on their blogroll (which may prove that my older brother was right and mom and dad did find me on the street)  and I have realized that if a few certain people get published before I do I will never write again.  I have a lot of friends who write and who I hope get published.  But there are one or two or four people who I have known across the ages whose lives seem to pass over mine every 4-5 years and who seem to lead parallel lives.  I get married; they get married; they have kids; I have kids; they buy a new house; I look at floor plans.  They have blue eyes; I have blue eyes.  There is no true competition, except for the one I create.  And I have created a couple competitions in my head.  (None of them actually know each other so it is really hard to get a true competition going.)  Now it isn’t as though I don’t want them to get published or become rich and famous.  I just want to publish first and be slightly more rich and famous.  Does this make me a bad person?  What about the confession that if they do publish first, I hope I am skinnier?

So as I was eating ice cream while watching TV sitting next to an open, empty Word document, I realized that I am not doing much to win my completely in my own mind competition.  So here are my goals (I hope they are realistic.)

  1. I will spend one hour a day reading (either a book about writing or a book I think has a nice cover.)
  2. I will spend one hour a day writing (I include editing here and emailing about writing.  Blogging counts too.  So does copying recipes out of books.)

My husband said that my bookshelf reminds him of "Hoarders." But you can still get in the room.

I never claimed to be an over achiever and my babysitter goes back to college Wednesday.  #3 starts a one-month preschool in May, so I hope to go jogging while reading and writing during that time.  Of course, due to the fact that five of my friends’ kids will also be at this class, I may end up at lunch, but I will write down what they say for future use and possible black mail.

I am telling you all of this to feel as though I am accountable to someone.  And because I may be slightly narcissistic.

Household HInts will just make me a better person: "Don't make catty remarks."

I will end on the highlight of my week: Someone searched “90210” and “Dylan” and found my blog.  I am not sure if it was part of a search bomb experiment, but I  hope it wasn’t because if people are looking for 90210 and Dylan, they should really find me.